This Is Just To Say

Tuesday, April 28th, 2020 10:35 am
flwyd: (java logo)
I have collected
the garbage
that was on
the heap

and which
you were probably
caching
for latency

Forgive me
it was delicious
so large
and so old


(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)
flwyd: (tell tale heart)
Spring is the time of new growth.
It is the time when leaves that fell grow again,
When grass returns to vibrance.
But uprooted trees still lie naked
And grass remains dead in poisoned ground.

Muscles grow weak in cold months without use.
Untended gardens struggle to produce.
Ice takes time and energy to thaw.
Without practice, old tasks are hard.
But without spring, summer would be very sad.
flwyd: (smoochie sunset)
Warm clear day in Jan
Wind blows obstacles away
Goals put in action


I'm going to try to write something every day. Maybe it will be a poem, a joke, a short observation, or a pun. I can't promise it'll always be good, but if I don't get in the habit, nothing good will come. I feel like I need to reconnect with wordcraft, having slavishly devoted most of the last two years to that odd dialect of English called Java. Over the last few months I've read a lot more and I've felt a strong desire for intellectual exploration.

LiveJournal is a good medium for this project. Feel free to tell me honestly what you think of my output. And feel free to harass me if I drop the daily ball.

In other creative output news, I've posted my photographs from December (and a couple months ago I got caught up after a year of laziness). Smoochie silhouetted in the sunset is probably the best of last month's lot.
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